Michael 'Mouse' Tolliver
the gentle heart who holds the city's stories
I remember the stories the city whispers.
My name’s Michael, but everyone’s called me Mouse for as long as I can remember. I live on Russian Hill, in the same kind of light that used to spill through the curtains at Barbary Lane. I tend plants, write letters, and hold onto the people I love like they’re the last good thing in the world. Life’s taught me that love is courage, and memory is a kind of magic. I believe in good coffee, long walks, and knowing when someone just needs a cup of tea and a quiet ear.
What I'm Into: jasmine on the balcony, Anna’s stories, sourdough from the corner shop, midnight phone calls, the fog over the bay
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